Somewhat finished lyrics. The translation needs still some tweaking but it's about right. And finally it has no gaps.
Thanks to frenchies who helped with the hard words.
Translation by RMJ with help of anonymous French fan & couple guys (sb483 at least) who gave suggestions
Pretty sixteen,
Beautiful heroine of the sixties,
You hip-swaying,
You are divine,
When you dance,
In the eyes of Andy...
Goodbye bebop,
On the top,
It's pop-art,
That runs you down,
To the trap,
Pop-corn and hula hoop...
Dream of glory and fortune,
Chic in Chanel, love is always glamour,
At exhibitions you pose and expose youself,
To 400ASA you dare all the poses...
Fifty sixty,
Born in the fifties,
Sexy sixties,
So excited,
On ecstasy,
Foolishly she believes, all that Andy,
That Andy tells to her,
That she's the most beautiful
Of all the models...
Like an icon,
Under the Nikon you turn,
The head on the velvet and Nico
Want you far away from Lou Reed
In East Village
There's no age
We are all young
Take along me, yellow taxi
From which the legend comes
Dream of glory and fortune,
Chic in Chanel, love will always be glamour,
I look you in polaroid,
You know the time has not aged at all
Fifty sixty,
Born in the fifties,
Sexy sixties,
So excited,
On ecstasy,
Foolishly she believes, all that we say
What we say about her,
That she's the most beautiful
Of all the models...
The flower power is dead on the dance floor
The electro, the punk does not yet exist
Then our rockers were given, time was changed
The rock rolls on rollers, the pop is popping
The flower power is dead of it's natural death
New wave and techno does not yet exist
Go play your last role, there's no more the dandy
But you still dance in the eyes of Warhol
Fifty sixty,
Born in the fifties,
Sexy sixties,
So excited,
On ecstasy,
Foolishly she believes, all that we say
What we say about her,
That she's the most beautiful
(The most beautiful)
Fifty sixty,
Born in the fifties,
Sexy sixties,
So excited,
On ecstasy,
Foolishly she believes, all that we say
What we say about her,
That she's the most beautiful
Of all the models...
French transcription by French-fan-who-might-not-want-to-be-mentioned & tiny bit lil help from RMJ)
Pretty sixteen,
Belle héroïne des sixties,
Tu te dandines,
T'es divine,
Quand tu danses,
Dans les yeux d'Andy...
Adieu bebop,
Plus au top,
C'est le pop-art,
Qui te sape,
À la trappe,
Pop-corn et hula hoop...
Rêve de gloire et de fortune,
Chic en Chanel, amour est toujours glamour,
Aux expos tu poses et t'exposes,
A 400ASA tu oses toutes les poses...
Fifty sixty,
Né en cinquante,
Sexy soixante,
Si excitante,
S’extasie
Candide elle croit, tout ce qu’Andy,
Qu'Andy dit d'elle,
Qu’elle est la plus belle
De toutes les modèles...
Comme une icône,
Sous le Nikon tu tournes,
La tête au velvet et Nico
Te voudrait, loin de Lou Reed
À East Village
Y'a pas d'âge
On est tous jeunes
Emmène-moi, taxi jaune
La d'où vient la légende
Rêve de gloire et de fortune,
Chic en Chanel, amour sera toujours glamour,
Je te regarde en polaroid,
Tu sais le temps n'a pas pris une ride
Fifty sixty,
Né en cinquante,
Sexy soixante,
Si excitante,
S’extasie
Candide elle croit, tout ce qu'on dit
Ce qu'on dit d'elle
Qu’elle est la plus belle
De tout les modèles...
Le flower power est mort sur le dance floor
L'électro, le punk n'existe pas encore
Alors on remet nos rockeurs, on a changé d'époque
Le rock roule en roller, la pop est en cloque
Le flower power est mort de sa belle mort
New wave et techno n'existent pas encore
Vas-y joue-nous ton dernier rôle, n'est plus là le dandy
Mais tu danses encore dans les yeux de Warhol
Fifty sixty,
Né en cinquante,
Sexy soixante,
Si excitante,
S’extasie
Candide elle croit, tout ce qu'on dit
Ce qu'on dit d'elle
Qu’elle est la plus belle
(La plus belle)
Fifty sixty,
Né en cinquante,
Sexy soixante,
Si excitante,
S’extasie
Candide elle croit, tout ce qu'on dit
Ce qu'on dit d'elle
Qu’elle est la plus belle
de touses les modèles...
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